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20622381Title: Vicious Cycle
Author: Katie Ashley
Series: A Vicious Cycle Novel 1
Genre: Motorcycle Club Romance
On Sale Date: June 2, 2015
Publisher: Penguin
Imprint: Signet
ISBN: 0451474910
Print Length: 328 pages
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New York Times bestselling author Katie Ashley revs up the danger and sexual tension in her brand-new Vicious Cycle romance series.


Deacon Malloy’s life is dedicated to the Hells Raiders motorcycle club. Tough, hard, and fast with his fists, he serves the group as sergeant at arms. But his devil-may-care approach to life is thrown for a loop when the five-year-old daughter he never knew existed lands on the club steps.


Alexandra Evans is devoted to all her students—but there’s always been something about Willow Malloy that tugs at her heart. There’s an aura of sadness about her, a girl in need of all the love Alexandra can give. When Willow stops coming to school, Alexandra’s search leads to a clubhouse full of bikers…and a father hell-bent on keeping his daughter always within sight.


The moment Deacon sees Alexandra, he has to have her in his bed—and he’s never met a woman yet who couldn’t be persuaded. No matter how attracted she is to Deacon, Alexandra refuses to be just another conquest. But it’s Deacon himself who could be seduced—into a brighter future for himself, his daughter, and the woman he’s falling for against all odds.








As I entered the door, I took a deep breath to try and still my out-of-control nerves. Smoke hung heavy in the air, stinging my eyes and causing me to cough. Several men in leather biker cuts lounged on stools at the bar, nursing beers. Across from me, a heated pool game was taking place.

I took a few steps inside and then froze. “Are you lost, darlin’?” a big busted woman in a halter top asked.

“Uh…I’m looking for David Malloy,” I said.

Two men at the pool table whirled around. The shorter of the two, a tough but cute looking blond, cocked his head curiously at me. But then the moment my gaze locked on the other man, I knew he was Willow’s father. They had the same dark hair, soulful dark eyes, and heart-shaped face. David, however, had dark scruff covering his face. Although he was Rev’s brother, I didn’t see any resemblance between the two. Although he was shorter and slightly less built, David was just as good-looking as Rev. “Mr. Malloy?” I questioned, as I closed the distance between us.

He tossed the pool stick on the table. Taking a long drag on his cigarette, he then stubbed it out in an ashtray on the table. “What do you want?” he demanded.

Without even glancing around the room, I knew that every eye in the place was on us. “I really need to speak with you for a moment.”

His dark eyes narrowed as they raked over my body. Then the next thing I knew, he leapt at me, knocking me back into the wall. One of his hands came to grip my throat while his body pinned me in place. Fear like I had never known overwhelmed me, sending my heartbeat drumming wildly in my ears. It was so loud it felt like a cannon blast going off around me. “Please,” I murmured.

David glared at me as his thumb pressed harder into my throat. “They’re really falling down on their job at the academy.”

“E-Excuse m-me?” I stammered.

With a smirk, he replied, “Don’t they train you ATF bitches to hide your fear a little better? I mean, you’re practically pissing your pants right now, not to mention your heart is beating ninety to nothing.”

I shook my head slowly back and forth as I tried processing his words. “ATF? I don’t understand.”

He rolled his eyes. “A white-bred piece of ass comes waltzing into my clubhouse wanting to talk to me alone. It doesn’t take a fucking genius to realize you’re a Fed.”

A Fed? It took me a moment to process what he meant. Holy shit, he thought I worked for the government as an agent of some sort. Quickly, I replied, “No, I’m not.”

A voice came from him. “Deacon, man, you’re gonna get your ass jacked up even further for this.”

Glancing over his shoulder, Deacon said to the young, blond haired man, “Stay out of this, Bishop.”

Bishop held up his hands. “Fine. It’s your fucking funeral.”

David’s hand slid down my throat to the buttons on my dress. Glancing over his shoulder at the others, he questioned, “What do you bet she’s wired up under her tits?”

When his hands started to rip open my dress, I couldn’t hold back my scream. “No, stop! I’m not who you think I am. I swear!” I protested.

“Then just who the hell are you?” he demanded.

Before I could answer, a tiny voice came from behind us. “Miss Alex?”

The sound of Willow’s voice caused David to release his hold on my dress, but his body still kept me pinned to the wall. At that same moment, Rev entered the clubhouse. When he saw me, his eyes bulged, and he broke into a run to reach us. Grabbing David’s shoulders, he slung him away from me. “For fuck’s sake, Deacon, what the hell are you doing?”

“I’m giving this undercover ATF bitch what she deserves,” Deacon spat, taking a step back toward me.

“Christ, she’s not ATF,” Rev countered.

“Oh, then who the hell is she?”

“She’s my teacher…and my friend,” Willow answered in a small voice.






About the Katie Ashley



Katie Ashley is the New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best-Selling author of The Proposition Series, Runaway Train Series, as well as several New Adult and Young Adult titles. Her latest series, Vicious Cycle, has been picked up for publication by Penguin Books.


She lives outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her two very spoiled dogs. She has a slight obsession with Pinterest, The Golden Girls, Harry Potter, Shakespeare, Supernatural, Sons of Anarchy, Downton Abbey, Designing Women, and Scooby-Doo.

With a BA in English, a BS in Secondary English Education, and a Masters in English Education, she spent 11 1/2 years educating the Youth of America aka teaching MS and HS English until she left to write full time in December 2012.

She is represented by Jane Dystel of Dystel and Goderich Literary Management.


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Betrayal (Obsession #2) by S.M. Phillips Cover Reveal



BETRAYAL (Obsession #2)




“I gave you one chance, Anna. A chance to run and never look back. That’s all you had to do. Run and keep your goddamn head down, yet here we are and it’s not just you in the firing line anymore. You better pray that nothing bad happens to my brother, because this time I’ll be taking you down with me.”

Running was the only option that Anna Jameson was given. To up and leave everything that she had ever known and put it all behind her. That was the toughest decision that she’d ever made, and she made it… But was it all worth it?

As soon as her anxiety and fear began to slowly ebb away, she could see a faint light at the end of the dark and horrific tunnel that she had found herself in… That light was the dark, sexy and demanding Jensen Blake. A man who played on her every emotion and a man who she swore she would avoid at all costs.

Nobody can run forever and the past is about to catch up with her. With nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, how many more people will suffer at the hand of Anna’s hidden past?

Danger, fear and betrayal decide to make an unwelcome appearance and it looks like they’re about to become her new best friends. 








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Obsession (Obsession #1)




Obsession knows no bounds…

Anna Jameson can’t wait to escape the hell hole that her cousin has left her in. Desperate to escape her past, the idea of moving to stay with Holly whilst she got her head together sounded like the perfect plan… Until Holly upped and left, leaving Anna to pick up the mess that she left behind.

Jensen Blake knows what he wants and will not be told otherwise. Obedience and control are what he knows best. With demons of his own, he has spent most of his adult life traveling from place to place the moment things started to become predictable.

When Jensen and Anna are pushed together, an instant dislike simmers between them. Anna hates bad boys. She has witnessed enough of them to last her a lifetime.

The sexual attraction between them is evident but will that only make things harder for them both to handle?







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Escape Down Under (Down Under #1)



For Jess Townsend, life is about to get complicated.

Following on from her split with Josh two months ago, Jess has thrown herself into her work full throttle, making sure that the one good thing in her life remains the same.

Suddenly she is called into an important meeting at work. Absolutely petrified that she is about to lose her job, she does the only thing she knows how. Panic on the inside and walk through it with her head held high on the outside.

Jess soon discovers she is being offered a once in a lifetime opportunity, but will she take it?

After dealing with an ex who can’t let go and a broody mysterious Adonis who won’t accept no for an answer, maybe the opportunity of an escape has arrived at the perfect time.

What does fate have in store and what obstacles will be thrown her way?






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Fallen Down Under (Down Under #2)




“Fuck.” I slam my fist into the desk before me and feel nothing but rage. I need to go after her. I need to explain. “But isn’t this what you wanted?” The voice inside my head whispers. “Isn’t this a nice easy way out?”

Everything Max has done has always been at a cost to others around him. He wasn’t about to make that mistake again. No longer will his selfish ways punish those close to him. Sometimes it’s better to have had and lost than to never have had at all.

Finally after what felt like forever, Jess was getting a glimpse of control over her life again and allowed her defences to come crashing down, only to have what it guarded to be crushed once again. Now, on the other side of the world away from her friends, she doesn’t know what to do.

Should she stay or should she go?

Is it too late or have they both fallen too far into something that is completely out of their depths? 







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Forever Down Under (Down Under #3)



In the last few months, Jess has been faced with more obstacles than she ever thought possible. Heartbreak, loss and betrayal to name just a few. Will her drama fuelled life finally settle into the happy, care free one that she deserves or is someone hiding and waiting for the perfect opportunity to ruin it all?

Life for Max hasn’t exactly been plain sailing either. Now that he finally has someone in his life that means more to him than anything he has ever known, one thing is for certain, he’s not going to let anyone get in the way of his new found happiness, no matter what the cost.

Demons are released, pasts are exposed and their future together is only what they make of it. 







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About the Author


Welcome to the crazy and hectic life that is me… A fun, loving mum of one special little boy, girlfriend (I’m sure it should be wife by now!!) and an overall crazy, happy go lucky girl from England.I have always had a passion for reading and writing. Wherever I am, my book reader is never far behind along with a mug of coffee.

I found myself wanting to write from a young age, I have quite a few hidden stories on my computer somewhere, maybe I will have to dig them out and play around with them at some point.




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Searching For Beautiful by Jennifer Probst Blog Tour & Giveaway






Searching For Beautiful by Jennifer Probst

Searching For, #3

(May 26, 2015, Gallery Books)





Genevieve MacKenzie has her life completely under control. About to wed the charming Chief doctor at the local hospital, she’s an up-and-coming surgeon with everything she could ever want. Until an escape through the church window on the day of her wedding sends her life into a tailspin…and flings her right into her best friend’s arms.


When Wolfe catches his best friend falling out a window on her wedding day, he doesn’t ask questions. He whisks her away, determined to watch over her and discover the truth behind her desperate escape. But when his feelings turn more than platonic, he realizes he may risk his most important relationship in order to protect his damaged heart, and the woman he loves.


Can Genevieve and Wolfe’s friendship turn into something deeper—or is it already too late for true love?








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When I wrote my marriage to a billionaire romance series, besides the delicious trope of marriage of convenience, I realized I was truly writing about the power of family. In all forms, from the dinner table in Bergamo, Italy, to tight relationship of sisters supporting each other, to the best bromances I could create, family was the center subject beating through the pages.

With the Searching for Series, I realized I was shifting to another topic I feel passionate about.

Female friendship.

The friends I hold dear have been with me since junior high. One is from elementary. We have a tight knit bond that has never been broken, and like family, my friends know who I am. They see past the veneer of civilization and society and call me out on my bullshit. They demand truth, make me howl in laughter, and challenge me to be better.

Without these type knit friendships, I would not be the same person. I loved the idea of exploring a strong friendship of three woman who met in college and decide to open up a matchmaking agency after a drunken night of cocktails.

Yes. This has happened to me before, but never lived past the flicker of dawn!

Each heroine is connected to the other in some way, which makes the series stronger. Of course each book can be read alone, but together, as always, it’s even stronger and more real.

With Searching for Beautiful, Genevieve’s friendship with Kate give her the strength she needs to quit being a surgeon and discover what she really wants in life. After running out on her wedding day, her entire life is in shreds and she needs to rebuild.

When pure disaster strikes, your true friends are sometimes the only ones who can understand exactly what you need to live again.

Female power beats through each of these books, because it has made a big difference in my life.

I hope you enjoy the tales and honor your own friendship tales as you read the Searching for series!



“Ugh, what’s that smell?”

“I think it’s her. I told you we should’ve busted in


“I know. I couldn’t find my spare key. Why won’t

she wake up? What if she overdosed?”

“Don’t be so dramatic, there’s no wine or pill bottles.

But the empty ice cream cartons and candy wrappers

means she’s on a sugar crash. Gen, sweetie, open

your eyes.”

The voices swirled together in a beautiful musical

harmony. Her eyelids felt heavy and she had a bad

feeling that if she opened them she’d remember

something terrible. She tried to ignore them, but the

nice voices came with hands that were poking her and

trying to turn her over. Gen growled. “Go away. I’m


Her body was shaken harder than a James Bond

martini. “Wake up, I mean it. You’re freaking us out.”

She opened one eye. Three female faces peered

down at her. “How come you’re not at work?” Gen


“It’s Sunday,” Kate said. “We’ve been trying to

reach you since yesterday. Thought you were with

Wolfe, but he’s at some kind of convention thing so

he told us to break in. How long have you been in


Huh. When did her life splinter into tiny pieces so

she had no job, no possessions, and no future? Oh

yeah, Thursday. “Few days.”

Kennedy pulled back. “Woman, you need to brush

your teeth.”

“Tomorrow.” She tried to roll back over but they

forced her to sit up, climbing on top of the bed so they

all surrounded her.

“Did something happen with David or the hospital?”

Arilyn asked.

Gen realized they didn’t know. After her exit, she’d

gone directly to the grocery store and bought everything

that looked like it would kill her. Saturated fats

and sugar galore. Trying to avoid a big pity party on

top of her wedding fiasco, she’d texted everyone that

she’d be working nonstop and would catch up later.

Knowing Wolfe would be checking on her anyway,

she’d told him she was staying at Kate’s and she’d contact

him next week.

Then she’d gone to bed and stayed there.

“Honey, what happened? Wolfe was frantic. You

lied and said you were with me,” Kate said.

“Didn’t want him to worry. He’s been baby-sitting

me and it’s getting embarrassing. I’ll be fine.”

Kennedy lifted two empty bags of Funions. “If you

ate these you’re not fine.”

Gen took a breath. “I quit the hospital. My residency

is over. I had a huge fiasco with David and he

threatened to make my life hell, and I realized I

can’t continue there.”

Kate stood up and smoothed back her hair. “Okay,

I’m going to go kill him now. Remember you’re my

witnesses, so I was never there.”

Gen grabbed her hand. “I know you’re serious, so

sit back down. I need you here, not in jail.”

Kennedy fumed. “He can’t get away with that. You

need to report him.”

She lifted her hands. “Guys, he’s covered his tracks

well. In fact, he planted seeds of depression and anxiety.

Wrote up a report for HR. He runs the unit, and

I’m just the silly runaway bride. I’m not going back,

and I don’t want to get involved in a lawsuit or investigation

I’ll lose. It’ll actually be worse for me.”

“I’m sorry, Gen. But I am going to kill him for


She smiled at Kate. “I know you would. You’re

such a good friend.”

“Let’s avoid talk of murder, please, and figure this

out,” Arilyn piped up. “Can we hook you up with a

tape recorder where you can get him to confess his

evil plans on record?”

They stared at her. For such a sweet, gentle soul,

Arilyn had a vicious streak that always fascinated

Gen. “Good idea,” Ken jumped in. “Nate can help us

set it up.”

Gen laughed. Only her friends could introduce

humor into every situation.




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Jennifer Probst wrote her first book at twelve years old. She bound it in a folder, read it to her classmates, and hasn’t stopped writing since. She took a short hiatus to get married, get pregnant, buy a house, get pregnant again, pursue a master’s in English Literature, and rescue two shelter dogs. Now she is writing again.


She makes her home in Upstate New York with the whole crew. Her sons keep her active, stressed, joyous, and sad her house will never be truly clean.

She is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of sexy and erotic contemporary romance. She was thrilled her book, The Marriage Bargain, was ranked #6 on Amazon’s Best Books for 2012. She loves hearing from readers. Visit her website for updates on new releases and her street team at



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Harmony (The Club Girl Diaries #1) by Addison Jane Release Blitz

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Book: Harmony
Series: The Club Girl Diaries #1
Author: Addison Jane
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: 30th May 2015
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Harmony makes no excuses for who she is or what she’s done. For the past few years she’s been living as a club girl for the Brothers by Blood MC. The club girls are there for a purpose – to cook, to clean and to keep the men happy. She respects the club, respects the men and she follows the rules. Watching the men walk in and out of her life is strangely comforting, and a feeling she’s grown accustomed to. With a history of disappointments and false promises, all she wants is to have fun, play music and finish college. Being associated with the club, she can do that without having to risk her heart. That was until he showed up.

When Kit’s father stepped down as president, he took the title with pride. The Brothers by Blood MC is his family, his home. Deciding to celebrate his new title with his brothers from a neighbouring chapter, the last thing he expected was to find Harmony – a club girl with all the makings of a perfect old lady. The stunning blonde is beautiful, strong and fiercely independent. Harmony refuses to lower the walls she’s created around her heart, but the fire inside her and her love for the club fuel his need to have her by his side, and on the back of his bike.

When Harmony’s safety is threatened, Kit is determined to do whatever it takes to protect her and prove that she can trust him. But after a lifetime of broken promises, will it be enough?



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Josie's review


5 stars


This was a great start to an MC series. Harmony is the first book in the Brothers by Blood MC Series. I have not read the author’s previous work but after reading this book I will definitely be reading more from her. I love a good MC book and lately I’ve found it hard to find one that has all the elements that I love in them, but Harmony has it! The author does not skimp on the sex, alcohol, partying and the dangerous and dark side of an MC. She also throws in a super uber alpha president and brothers that will protect what they feel belongs to them and the club. Harmony is told by alternate POV’s and the author does an amazing job in bringing out the characters thoughts, needs, feelings and desires. I started Harmony at lunch time thinking I could pick up when I got home, but that did not happen. WHY DID THAT NOT HAPPEN – I will tell you why, because it was THAT GOOD I could not put it down!



Harmony is a club girl. She makes no excuses for her title in the Brothers by Blood MC. She is happy with her role and position with in the club even though being a club girl means taking care of the club and the men’s needs. I love Harmony. She is strong, independent, smart, a fighter and loyal to the club. She is able to attend college because of her lifestyle. She loves music and hopes to get a bachelor’s in the art of music. Since she was little, she has always been around music. Her mother being the manager of her brother’s band and being on the road with them has helped her cope with a lot of disappointments. Because of her life on the road, she knows, men do not stick around, they eventually move on and never look back. She was ok with that until Kit walked into her club.



“Men take what that want and then they walk away. It’s what I know. It’s what I’ve always known.”

“You been hurt before? Had your heart broken? MY claim still stands. While you’re with me you don’t touch the other men.”



Kit recently has become the president of a chapter of the Brothers Blood MC after his father stepped down. Kit is honored to wear the patch of President for his club. While celebrating his new title with the chapter he sees Harmony. Harmony is beautiful, strong and severely independent. She is a woman that would make a great Old Lady.


Kit, god he is EVERYTHING ANY WOMAN WANTS. He is a proud man, gorgeous and knows what he wants. He sees something in Harmony that is different. He can tell she is special, the prefect woman to stand by his side. He is dominant in all things and when it comes to Harmony that dominance lays claim to her within a couple of hours. He does not give up his fight to have Harmony. He’s patient and is willing to give her the world and keep her safe.



“I needed to know you were only mine before I took you. If I’d treated you like a club girl before that happened, that’s all you would have seen me as, another man using your body. I don’t just want your body. I want every damn piece of you.”



Kit never cared about fighting for what he wanted before but Harmony is worth it. Kit is a man of swift action. When Harmony is in danger he takes his claim seriously. He will not break his promise to protect her. That promise is one that will break him down when he is unable to protect her more than once. Kit will not only have to fight the enemy but he will also have to fight to gain Harmony’s trust. There are ruthless men out to take Harmony and tear the trust and loyalty for the brother’s in the Blood Mc apart.


“Still confused?

“A little

“I refuse to treat you like a club whore, Harmony. Because you’re more than that.”


 I loved this story. The author does an amazing job writing this story. Harmony is a book about love, really hot sex, and with the right amount of suspense that will keep readers on the edge of their seats. I was so captivated and intrigued while reading this. I loved seeing how Kit and Harmony discover a love and relationship that is natural, honest and strong. It was really beautiful to read. The ending of the Harmony was genius. There is so much more to learn and much more to come, I cannot wait to get my hands on the next book in this series.



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About the Author


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Hi! I am Addison Jane!
I come from a small country called New Zealand.
I have always had a strong love for reading and writing and Missing Link, whilst not the first story I have written, is the first I will be releasing.
My favourite genre is romance, specifically MC, rockstar and young adult.
I’m a single parent to a beautiful little girl, we live in a quiet little town and I have a small but amazing group of close friends.
My other passion in life is working with kids! I work with them part time along with going to school to complete my graduate diploma.
I am fortunate enough to have a great support base, whom without them, I would never have stepped out of my comfort zone and pushed myself to share my writing with you all!


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Operation One Night Stand by Christine Hughes Blog Tour & Giveaway



OPERATION One Night Stand 

by Christine Hughes

Release Date:  06/02/15






Caroline Frost had it all-until her boyfriend banged the superskank intern, and poof! Caroline’s happy little bubble disappeared. Now it’s been six weeks of weeping, a mountain of ice cream, and a permanent buttprint on the couch. Enough is enough. She and her ladybits need an intervention-now.

Enter Operation: One Night Stand: Find a man who is hotness personified and have some much-needed sexy time. The only problem is that Caroline is torn between a flirtatious, well-built guy and the ridiculously hot bartender serving her shots. This was supposed to be all fun and no games, but like the perfect scotch on the rocks, no good fling finishes without a twist . . .



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4 stars


This is the story of Caroline Frost. After being in a relationship and engaged to Steven her whole world turns upside down when she finds out he is sleeping with Betsy the intern. Caroline decides that she needs to do things she has never done. That is how Operation One Night Stand takes effect.


“Steven never took a break. He pumped, dumped, and passed out.”


I loved her two close friends Sarah and Mel. I want them to be my friends!!!! The banter in this book is off the wall funny and I loved the relationship she had with her two close friends. Not only did they have each other’s backs but also they pointed out when they saw things that should be addressed.


“No one likes a spitter, Care.” Sarah pointed out.”


“Screw you bear, Caroline. Enough is enough. So Steven cheated on you. That doesn’t mean you have to become an ice cream swilling hermit!”


I am a sucker for a love triangle and this one was sort of unique. Bartender Brian was fantastic. I loved the chemistry between Caroline and Brian. I had several laugh out loud moments over the crazy stuff that happened when those two got together. Let’s not forget about the other hottie in her life Ryan. He was walking sex on a stick and let me say when those two got together the hot sex scenes could melt the panties off a nun.


“I was a lick away from orgasm and he’s accepting applause.”


The writing style and plot kept me glued to my kindle until I finished the book. This was just what I needed; it was a fun, flirty read that has some great one-liners. I really enjoyed this book and you might want to check it out if you are looking for a book that will have you giddy and laughing.


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 Christine Hughes is a former middle school English teacher from New Jersey. Her first novel Torn, a YA paranormal, was named a 2012 Hollywood Book Festival Finalist and a 2012 RONE Awards finalist and has been released by Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing, as has its sequel, Darkness Betrayed. Her stand-alone NA romance, Three Days of Rain, was a finalist at the 2013 Paris Book Festival and also has a home with CHBB.



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Title: Savage Fire
Series: Savage Angels MC #2
Author: Kathleen Kelly



 Release Date: May 29, 2015



Emily Reynolds, estranged sister to Dane Reynolds, President of the Savage Angels MC, has just lost her father. He was not a caring man and inflicted suffering on his family. Dane abandoned her and her mother years ago, leaving them alone to deal with a brutal man who never showed any love or mercy. Emily wants Dane to feel the pain she felt, she wants him to suffer as she did and decides to make the long drive to see him.


Salvatore Agostino, captain in the Abruzzi crime family is also on his way to see Dane Reynolds. A ruthless businessman, he is fiercely loyal to his family and his men. A chance encounter brings him face to face with Emily.


These two meet and their attraction grows into a love that neither could have anticipated.


Will they be able to overcome the turmoil that awaits them or will their love be destroyed by forces beyond their control?







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I am completely overwhelmed. My core is on fire and I want so much to kiss him, to touch him. I feel sparks of electricity shoot through every fiber in my body and every nerve ending is screaming for release. I want his hands on me, all over me. “Amare?”

I put my hands on his chest and push him away. He’s too close, making it hard to form a single thought. I take two steps to the side to put some distance between us so I can speak like a human, not a lust induced zombie. “Yes, they towed my car and it’s in their lot. I haven’t really spoken to them about it yet. I kind of fell asleep on them…”

His face clouds over and he says, “You kind of fell asleep on them? What. Does. That. Mean?” He pauses between each word and growls them at me.

“Jonas took me to see Doc Jordan and he gave me something for the pain, but because I hadn’t slept in days it made me sleepy. I think he ended up carrying me to their clubhouse.” I realize how all this must sound. If someone told me that exact same story, I would be thinking the worst.

“Did they touch you, Amare?” he growls at me, his eyes blazing with anger.

“No, no, no! In fact, Jonas put a guard on my door so no one would go near me. Not that they would. I was safe, Sal.” Something crosses his face and he stares at me so intently that I look away and stare at the floor. He moves back into my space and lifts my head up. “Thank you for getting me coffee. Let’s go have breakfast and I’m buying. I think I shall keep you in my sights to make sure nothing else happens to you. I have never met a woman who allows herself to get into so many dangerous situations, in such a short space in time. You, my Amare, are a handful.” He moves away from me and does up his shirt, then grabs his jacket. He opens the door to his room and extends his arm. “Shall we?” he asks, offering me a smile that reveals his dimple. My core clenches again and I have to fight the urge to throw myself at him.




Josie's review



3.5 stars

 Savage Fire is book 2 in the Savage Angel’s MC series and it picked up right where we were left off in the first. Savage Fire is a shorter read than the first book and is filled with danger, kidnapping, dirty talking bikers, a really dirty and hot Italian Mafia captain and a sweet young woman trying to come to terms with her life. Dane, Kat and the MC are moving on and coming to terms with the betrayal and stalking of Kat.


The author tells this story in several POV’s and I love being able to hear from different characters. However, for me at times I found it confusing because there are quite a few we hear from. This may appeal to others but for me all I really was interested in was hearing from the two main characters. I did appreciate the POV’s from the bad guys and getting to know their thoughts and plans. It definitely added more suspense to the story, I just would have liked less of them and more of main characters.


In this book we meet Emily, Dane’s young sister, the one that he has not seen since he left home at 15 years of age. Emily is a character that many can relate to. She has been abused by her father for years, her mother died years ago and a brother who left and has never looked back. After her father’s death, Emily has reached her breaking point. She decides to travel to Tourmaline to the Savage Angel’s compound to confront her brother.   She is angry that he just left and never came back for her and left her there by herself to take care of her their father. Emily’s is not thinking straight, she is running on very little sleep and along the way trouble finds her. Luckily for her she is saved twice by a gorgeous man.


 Salvatore Agostino, god I love him. He is the captain of a large crime family and is headed to the Savage Angels MC to find out how and why they lost out on money.   So here is thing, Sal is a tough guy, he does not hide his true nature and something about the sweet, innocent and wide eye Emily has him feeling all kinds of protectiveness. Something has never felt before. Once in Tourmaline, things are not as clear cut as it seems for Sal and the MC.



Dane is both shocked and happy to see his sister Emily, but he is also concerned with how she reacts to Sal. He is trying to figure out why Emily is in town and most of all why she is with Sal. One thing that shocks and scares Dane is Emily’s anger and hostility towards him. He never wanted to leave her behind all those years ago but learning everything she has gone through leaves him feeling both guilty and angry. With the help of Sal and the MC they slowly discover they have been betrayed and everyone is in danger.



The author did an amazing job with the plot in this story. It is fast paced and full of action. I loved that we got two very alpha possessive men who are not willing to let anything happen to their women. It was great watching not only Sal but Dane possessiveness towards Emily. Neither wanted her out of their sight. The connection and chemistry between Emily and Sal was written so well, it felt so natural. Both Sal and Emily have not had people around that they could trust. Sal lived a hard life and there was always someone out to take him down. Emily never had anyone that took care of her or wanted her until now. The author did an amazing job showing how Emily came out of her shell. She becomes stronger, tougher and more determined not to be a victim again. We get to see how Dane and Kat are doing in their relationship and if you read the first book then you know Kat is a feisty and strong woman. Can Sal and Dane, keep Emily and the MC safe? Will the danger and threat take away the only thing Emily has ever wanted in life, Sal? The Savage Angels MC and Sal will be betrayed, there will be death and retribution, but who will be left standing in the end?




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Kathleen Kelly was born in Penrith, NSW, Australia. When she was four her family moved to Brisbane, QLD, Australia. Although born in NSW she considers herself a QUEENSLANDER!!

She married her childhood sweetheart and they live in Brisbane with their two furry kids. A British Short Hair called Grace and a Burmese called Jack.

Kathleen enjoys writing contemporary, romance novels with a little bit of erotica. She draws her inspiration from family, friends and the people around her. She can often be found in cafes writing and observing the locals.

If you have any questions about her novels or would like to ask Kathleen a question she can be contacted via e-mail: or she can be found on Facebook.

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Love Always, Damian

(Love Always Series Book #2)

by d. Nichole King

Released: May 26th 2015

Publisher: Limitless Publishing


They say time heals all wounds. 
What a load of bull. It’s been four years, and Kate’s voice still echoes in my mind. 
Every. Damn. Day. 
I numb her memory when it taunts me. In college, I drown her out with booze and easy lays. 
I can’t do what she asked. 
I can’t let her go. 
Not even when Lia shows up, freaking ripping what’s left of me to shreds. Caring about someone isn’t worth the deadness that follows after they’re gone. I didn’t ask for this. Didn’t ask for her. 
And I sure as hell didn’t plan to miss her when she walked out of my front door. Now, if I want to keep her, I have to straighten myself out and earn her. I can’t screw this up. 
Because if I do, I’ll lose more than just Lia. 

I’ll lose my life…



It takes me an hour to get to the cemetery. After Mom and Liam died, I never stepped foot here. Not until Kate convinced me to come. It had been one of her five wishes. One through three I’d done because she was with me. Because I loved her. I promised her number four, so I followed through. Number five, though?

Number five is impossible.

I come here often now—day, night, whenever I need to be close to her. Even in death, Kate draws me in. To this place where she’d only trodden once when she was alive.

I grab the three bouquets of flowers from the passenger seat and swing the door open. When Kate brought me here four years ago, I barely managed to get out of the car. Now it’s easy.

Too fucking easy.

I don’t even think about coming anymore. It’s automatic. Routine, like my nightly shots of whiskey.

It shouldn’t be like this. In three short years I lost the three people I loved most. Death sucks, and I’ve had my fill.

I slam the door closed and tread over the grass. The three identical stones jut up from the ground, and even when I’m here after dark, I don’t have a problem seeing them. They’re etched into my memory.

The idea to have Kate buried here beside my mother and brother was entirely mine and entirely selfish. The Browdys had asked me to help with her funeral arrangements, and other than the time of the graveside service, this had been my only request. This way she’d be close to me.

Shade from the elder tree casts a shadow over them. I stand inside its cover from the sun, facing the cold memorials. These pieces of granite have no real connection with the people they were.

Hell, they didn’t even pick them out. Didn’t see them, yet their names, dates of birth and death are etched into them as if they’d been owned by those they claim to represent.

Cemeteries—these stones—aren’t for the dead.

No, they’re for the living.

My gaze trails over the Celtic symbols engraved at the center of each one. Identical to the tattoos inked into my body. Faith. Brotherhood. Hope.

My eyes linger on Kate’s as they usually do, and the memory of when I’d given her the trinity heart necklace pours over me.

“It’s the Celtic symbol for hope. Now you’ll always know where to find it,” I’d told her.

Damn. I’d given it to her so she’d think of me whenever she needed me, but really, it was I who needed her.

I take a deep breath to hold myself together. I lost everything the day Kate died.

I rake a hand through my hair and shut my eyes. Out here, away from everyone, I don’t have to pretend that I have a fucking clue how to live without her.

Out here, it’s just me.

In front of Kate’s gravestone, I lower myself to the ground, dropping the flowers at my side. My chest is empty, yet somehow, it hurts. It’s the same damn thing year after year—aching to see her smile at me just one more time. One more and I’d be satisfied, I tell myself.

I know it’s a lie because one more smile from her would never be enough. I need to touch her, run my fingers over her warm skin and protect the hell out of her.

But I’m a failure. I had the power within me, in my blood, to save her, and I failed.

I can barely see the inches in front of me as I break down. Four years ago, my father sat here with me and told me the pain would never go away, but it would lessen over time.

What a load of bullshit; the pain has only grown.

“I miss you so damn much, Katie,” I say even though she can’t hear me. And that thought kicks me in the gut as much as anything. No matter what I say to her now, she’ll never know any of it.

I slide my fingertips over her name: Kathryn “Katie” Browdy. Seventeen short years on this earth and I only had her last months. They were the best months of my life.

I sit with her until the sun begins to send streaks of gold over the horizon. Even though Kate would be disappointed, I need to pick up more liquor before I head home. I have to have something to get me through this pain.

A gust of wind rustles the dead flowers I left on their graves last week. I scoop them up and replace them with the fresh ones I brought. Daisies for my mother, some generic flowers he wouldn’t give a shit about for Liam, and red roses for Kate.

Always red roses for my Katie.

“Love you, Mom,” I murmur, fanning out the daisies in the vase beside her headstone.

Then I move onto Liam’s. “Take care of my girl, man,” I tell him, then I remember how I’d taken care of his. “But if you touch her, I’ll fucking kill you.”

I squat down and lay Kate’s roses at the base of her stone. There’s nothing I could say to her that I haven’t already said a million times. So I settle for the words I couldn’t say until just before she died. “I love you, baby. I’ll always love you.”



Debbie's review


5 stars



What an emotional rollercoaster!!! I loved this book!!!!! Damian redeemed himself in this book. After reading 8 days I got to tell you I wanted to junk punch Damian and was not sure exactly how I was going to feel about this one but man  Nicole King did it!!!! She made me fall head over heels for Damian.


Every page of this book will keep you glued. I was sad when the book was over. This book is full with passion, heartbreak but also beauty. I loved Lia in this book. I got to hand it to the author it was a fantastic plot twist that I was not expecting and I loved everything that came out of Lia’s mouth.


For a majority of this book I read with a smile plastered on my face but that is not to say that there weren’t some parts that had my stomach in knots. I devoured every word. Not once reading this book did I get the urge to skim. The author has a way with making the words come alive and I couldn’t put this book down until I got to the end.


“Letting someone go doesn’t mean you forget them. It means you love them from here and move on with your life like they would have wanted.”


The book takes place 4 years after Kate’s death and Damian is in college and a mess. He drowns his pain with alcohol and sex. Damian is a train wreck and just can’t seem to let go and move on until Lia enters his life.


“Damian, my love, my final wish is for you to let me go. Love Always, Kate”


I don’t want to give anything away so I am just going to say that this book is A MUST READ!!!!! The writing is outstanding and the author really draws you in. After the first book Love Always, Kate my eyes were swollen for days and I must have went through a dozen boxes of Kleenex but with this one I shed mostly happy tears. What a fantastic ending to one amazing story!!! I look forward to future books from this author because her writing style is fantastic!!!!!


“The regrets will be there, they always are. That’s life. You live with them, learn from them, and get on.”




✯✯Meet d. Nichole King✯✯


Since I was born and raised in Iowa, I like to create stories where my home state is the setting. There’s nothing like small-town Midwest scenery to create the perfect backdrop for an amazing tale!

I’ve always loved to read and write. I’ll read anything: Classics, fantasy, contemporary, mystery, horror. It doesn’t matter as long as it draws me in. As a kid, I was raised on authors such as Lurlene McDaniel, R.L. Stine, Danielle Steele, Mary Higgins Clark, Stephen King, and Shakespeare.

Writing-wise, my fondness lies in the YA/NA genre, though I do have a couple of women’s fiction stories swimming around in my head. 

When not writing, I’m usually curled up with a book, scrapbooking, or doing yet another load of laundry.

Along with my incredible husband, I live in small-town Iowa with my four adorable (yet ornery) children and our dog, Peaches.


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When tragedy strikes, Seth Stewart is forced to return home after the death of his beloved father. The unexpected detour forces him to oversee the family’s auto shop and restaurant business, and Seth must kiss the prestigious internship goodbye after his first year at Berkeley Business School. When he collides with his first crush after his arrival, Seth wonders what possibly could have happened to Josefina Anders.

Josefina has hidden many secrets she is too ashamed to share with anyone, especially Seth. When they cross paths again, the urge to relive their past lingers in her mind even though she knows he couldn’t accept her sketchy past. Things get even more complicated when her mother returns, as well as her overly possessive ex, who decides to crash into her fragile existence all over again.

Will Seth’s connection for Josefina be strong enough to see past her secrets, or will he realize he can’t rekindle an old flame?




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Mary Ting resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children’s chapter book-No Bullies Allowed





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Getting Played (Jail Bait Series) by Mia Storm Release Day & Giveaway


Rules of the game:

1) Never underestimate your opponent

2) Avoid personal fouls

3) Score early and often

4) Play or get played


Coach Marcus Leon has always played by the rules…until he meets Addaline Grace, the seventeen-year-old senior transfer on his Oak Crest High water polo team. Addie changes all the rules, mostly because she doesn’t play any games. But as off limits as she is, the more Marcus discovers about Addie, the more he finds himself…and the more he questions whether Addie might just be worth risking everything for.

For Addie, water polo is anger management. She’s driven and focused because it keeps her mind off other things…like the fact she destroyed her family. Her game plan is to keep her head down and graduate so she can leave her father and the crappy town he dragged her to in her wake. But when what starts as friendly completion with Marcus turns into more than a game, Addie has to decide if she’s willing to face down her demons…and possibly ruin the man she may or may not be falling in love with in the process.

What happens when the only thing you need is the one thing you can’t have?







Chapter 1

I stare Caiden Brenner down over my younger sister Blaire’s shoulder. The beating early September sun in the courtyard of Town Hall is roasting me alive in this monkey suit, but I hardly notice. I’m too busy trying to get into my soon-to-be brother-in-law’s head.

“I do,” Blaire answers when the Justice of the Peace asks if she takes Caiden to be her husband.

I’ve decided Caiden isn’t the devil incarnate—that would be my ex-best friend, Nate—but I’m still struggling with what Caiden did to my sister four years ago, when he was twenty-five and she was barely seventeen.

But Blaire is shining in a way I’ve never seen her shine, and it’s more than the way she looks today—totally gorgeous in her bright blue sundress and black Converse, her long black hair tucked up in a bun on top of her head. It’s that, each time her eyes connect with Caiden’s, I see the visible change in her. All her sharp edges dull and something peaceful softens her face. Not only does she love him, she trusts him. For Blaire, that’s huge.

So maybe I need to trust him too.

I glance at Mom and Dad, seated in the short row of chairs under the small gazebo next to Caiden’s mother. Blaire and Caiden insisted on immediate family only at their civil service. They’re having a barbeque later at Graffiti Park for a few close friends and extended family.

I turn back in time to hear Caiden echo Blaire’s “I do,” then Blaire spins and look expectantly at me.

“What?” I ask.

Her expression turns decidedly more exasperated. “Jesus, Marcus.”

My eyes widen when it hits me what she’s waiting for. I pat my pocket and feel the ring there. I fish it out and hesitate.

Blaire’s glare could melt steel as she holds out her hand for it.

I swallow the acid rising up my throat and slip it into her palm. She’s really going through with this. She’s marrying the man who went to prison for statutory rape.

I’ve been hard on him. I know that. But all Blaire and I have ever had is each other. She’s always had my back, but I let her get hurt twice on my watch—once by Caiden, and then by Nate. It’s just been in the last few months that she’s seemed to find herself again after everything that happened. As much as I wish it were me that brought her back, I know it was Caiden. I need to cut him some slack.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath as they exchanging rings, and when I open them, they’re kissing.

When he finally lets her go, Blaire turns to me. She gives me a wary once over. “Just so you know, you suck as bro of honor.”

I duck my head and rub the sweat off the back of my neck. “You should have picked Zoey.”

Her eyes narrow. “I picked you, Marcus. I wanted you.”

Fuck. I really need to get over myself.

Just as I’m thinking this, Caiden slips to Blaire’s side and holds out his hand to me.

“Thanks for your support, Marcus.”

I split a glance between Caiden’s hand and my sister. Her gaze is unwavering, as usual, but under her hard exterior, I see a deep vulnerability in her eyes.

The moment of truth. Either I accept my new brother-in-law into the family, or break my sister’s heart.

I squeeze Caiden’s hand. Hard. “Welcome to the family. Just know this: You mess with Blaire, I will kill you.”

My compromise.

Blaire gives me her signature smirk, then tugs her groom closer and kisses him. “He messes with me, I’ll kill him.”

Caiden’s face beams as he looks at her. “Of that, I have no doubt.”

“You two are on grill duty at the reception,” she says, poking me in the chest. “And I expect you both to come away un-charred.”

I shake my head. “Can’t make any promises, sis.”

“That was lovely, Blaire,” Mom says, joining our small circle.

I glance around and find Dad already at the door. Social situations are his nightmare. This should be enough to drive him over the edge. But to his credit, he seems sober.

There’s an awkward moment where Blaire and our mother negotiate their way around a brief hug, then Mom backs away. “You said Zoey’s getting everything ready at the park?”

Blaire nods and pulls her phone out of her bra, glancing at the screen. “She says they’re ready anytime we are.”

Mom looks warily toward where Dad is shifting on his feet. “I might need to drop your father off at the house on the way. He’s not feeling well.”

Of course not. He’s already had to say hello to Caiden and his family. The thought of having to interact with more people at the reception is probably making him physically ill.

There’s a glint of disappointment in Blaire’s eyes, but it passes quickly as she thinks about it and comes to the same conclusion I have. “We’ll see you over there,” she says grasping Caiden’s hand and starting toward the parking lot.


Despite the “no gifts” decree, a handful of people wait near a pile of wrapped presents on one of the picnic tables under the small shelter when we arrive at Graffiti Park. The shelter has silver and blue streamers twisted around the poles and looped from the eaves, and the five picnic tables underneath are covered in blue paper table clothes with silver balloons tied to the benches. In the center of the middle table is a cake shaped like a penis in between two boobs. Blaire’s best friend Zoey’s contribution, no doubt.

Blaire leaves Caiden and I in the dust, where we’re carrying the gas grill from the back of my pickup truck across the grass to the shelter, and makes a beeline for Zoey. Her face is something between a scowl and a grin as she surveys the cake. “You know I’ll never be able to show my future children pictures of my wedding reception now.”

“But you’ll never forget it,” Zoey answers with a self-satisfied grin, wrapping Blaire in a hug. “Love you, girl.”

Next to me, Caiden’s feet stall and I yank the grill out of his hands when I keep walking. When I look back at him, he’s giving Blaire a stunned stare. But then a grin slowly spreads across his face.

“I guess this works,” I say, straightening out the grill next to the edge of the shelter.

His eyes snap to me as if he’s just remembering I exist. “Oh…sorry.”

I tug off my jacket. “So you guys are doing the whole kid thing?” I ask, tucking my tie inside the royal blue shirt I bought to match my sister’s wedding dress in a show of solidarity.

He glances at Blaire again and bobs a nod. “It appears that way.”

I crouch down to screw the gas line into the grill. “You haven’t talked about it?”

He shrugs as he pulls open a box of frozen Costco burgers. “Not specifically.”

“Kids makes it permanent,” I say in warning.

“Our marriage vows made it permanent,” he counters with more than a little irritation in his tone.

A hand brushes over my back. “Hey, good lookin’.”

I turn at the Texas drawl and find my date, Deanna, standing there in a tiny green dress and killer heels. She’s pretty in the Barbie sense: blond and blue with a heart-shaped face, copper skin, and an amazing body—long and lean with curves in all the right places.

I use the word “date” loosely. She’s the woman who stole my job at Oak Crest High. I know she was teaching in Texas for four years before coming here—the reason the school board cited for hiring her over me. Experience. Which means she’s at least three, maybe four years older than me. But what started as mindless frenemy sex a few weeks back has turned into a regular thing. When she invited herself to my sister’s wedding, it seemed a little heartless to tell her no.

She wraps her arms around my neck and sort of hangs off me. “How was the ceremony?”

I glance at Caiden, where he’s firing up the grill. “It was good.”

Deanna smiles at Caiden and holds out her hand. “I’m sure it was ten yards of romantic. Congratulation.”

He shakes her outstretched hand. “Thank you.”

I watch her walk over to Blaire and introduce herself. Maybe that’s something I should have done, but I feel like this thing is already taking on a life of its own, and her getting all chummy with my sister makes me a little nervous. I busy myself getting everything ready then take up my position next to my new brother-in-law when he starts throwing burgers on the grill.

“Listen, Marcus,” he says, tearing open a package of hot dogs. “I get that I’ve never been your favorite person and I can respect your reasons for that, but I need you to understand that Blaire is my life. I’ve given up everything for her and I’d do it all again if it meant the same result.”

“You can prove it by not fucking this up,” I say with a wave of the barbeque tongs between where Blaire is hugging some Berkeley friends who have just arrived and him.

“I can’t predict the future better than anyone else,” he answers, his eyes raising from the grill to his new bride, “but I can swear to you I’m going to do everything in my power not to.”

We cook and, at Zoey’s direction, people start filing past for burgers and dogs. Once most everyone is served, Caiden grabs a burger off the grill for Blaire and brings it to her. They sit across the picnic table from each other, and even though they’re talking to other people, their eyes keep straying to each other’s.

Deanna and Zoey seem to hit it off and are deep in conversation about shoes when I slip away from the shelter. On autopilot, my legs start up the hill toward the playground where Blaire, Nate, and I used to spend all our time as kids.

As I walk, I loosen my tie and flick open the top button. Near the top of the hill is a bench nestled into the shade of some big oaks. Nate and I carved it up pretty good back in the day. Which makes me wonder about him.

We haven’t spoken since I decked him after he cheated on Blaire. It’s been four years. He came back to town to live with his parents after we graduated college, and since it’s a small place, I saw him here and there, but it’s been a while. With any luck, he’s moved on.

I start toward the bench, but then see it’s occupied. A woman is laying on her back, her knees bent and her head propped on a backpack with a book in her hand.

I shove my hands in my pockets and look farther up the hill, toward the playground. There are a few benches up there, but they’re occupied by parents supervising their kids on the massive wooden play structure. The only free bench is facing into the afternoon sun, about twenty feet across the open, grassy area from the one the woman is occupying. I head over to it and plunk down on the end. I glare through the blinding sun at the woman on my bench before leaning onto my elbows and resting my face in my hands.

If you’d asked me five years ago where I thought I’d be right now, it wouldn’t have been here, coaching girls water polo at my old high school and working at the local gym. This is so not where I saw my life going. After living large for four years of high school and four more at college, I guess I started to feel charmed. But there’s nothing charming about crashing on a friend’s couch for the last six months because it’s all I can afford. I’ve only been out of UCLA for a year and I feel like I’ve already hit a total dead end, but I’ve got no one but myself to blame for that.

As the sun dips behind the tops of the trees surrounding the bench across the way, I sit up straight and look at the woman who stole it. There’s a second I wonder if she’s homeless, because her wardrobe has a definite secondhand vibe—a faded army-green tank with pale pink stripes under a baggy red cardigan, tattered jeans which are probably too short because they’re rolled halfway up her shins, and plaid Vans with no socks.

She rolls her head my direction and catches me staring.

I divert my eyes, but then blow out a disgusted laugh. I never would have done that back in college. She’s hot. I can see that from here. A hot girl makes eye contact, I would have held her gaze. I would have sent the message loud and clear with my eyes that I was interested.

When I glance up, she’s gone back to her book. I shove up off the bench and cram my hands into my pockets as I amble slowly toward her.

She lowers her book and sits up when she sees me, combing a hand through her thick strawberry blond corkscrew curls, and it strikes me that she looks vaguely familiar. Her face is thin and, at the bottom of a smallish nose that curls up slightly at the end are a pair of full, pink lips that tend to curl down. There’s the faintest hint of freckles smattering her cheeks and nose, and it’s kind of a turn-on that she’s comfortable enough in her own skin not to hide them behind layers of makeup. But it’s her charcoal gray eyes that snag all my attention. They’re large and round, but not innocent.

“Nice day,” I say, looking toward the shelter down the hill, wracking my brain trying to place how I know this woman. Maybe from the gym?

She closes her book and nods.

“Mind if I…?” I gesture at the now vacant end of the bench.

She gives me another wary nod.

I lower myself onto the spot her feet just occupied, and now I’ve got nothing else to say. I should have stayed on my own fucking bench. I give her a second to bail me out, and when she doesn’t, I gesture to the book. “Good book?”

She lifts the book and shows me the cover. The Metamorphosis. “It’s okay.”

I pull it from her hand and read the description on the back cover. “Pretty dark.”

She almost shrugs, more with her face than her body. “I found a list of the twenty-five most controversial books of all time. Making my way through the ones that interest me.” In the corner of my eye, I see her wave her hand at the book I’m thumbing through. “That’s number ten.”

I look up at her. “What are numbers one through nine?”

“Lolita is number one. I’d already read that, though, as well as number two, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, number four, The Grapes of Wrath, and number nine, The Perks of Being a Wallflower.”

“So, what new books have you picked up because of the list?” I lift The Metamorphosis. “Other than this?”

She looks at the book in my hand rather than me as she ticks off on her fingers. “I skipped American Psycho, which is number three, but I’ve read the rest: And Tango Makes Three, Uncle Tom’s Cabin, The Tropic of Cancer, and The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie…which I have to say was pretty dry.”

“That’s a pretty impressive reading list.” I set the book down on the bench between us. “So, you’re not a Rushdie fan. What did you think of the others?”

“And Tango Makes Three was cute. Uncle Tom’s Cabin was depressing, and The Tropic of Cancer was…” She trails off and gives me that face shrug again. But this time she’s blushing through her freckles.

It’s been a while since I read it, but my recollection is it’s full of graphic sex. She’s embarrassed to talk to me about it, and for some reason that sends a rush through insides that settles in my groin. My gaze trials over the lines of her face, down her long neck, then trickles over her body. She’s on the tall side and athletic, with breasts that are a perfect handful, a flat stomach, and long, toned legs that I’d suddenly kill to have wrapped around my head.

“And what’s the verdict on this one?” I ask, handing back The Metamorphosis.

A shadow passes over her face as she looks at the cover. “It’s…thought provoking.”

“What thoughts is it provoking?” I ask, laying the innuendo on thick and hoping I’m not the only one feeling the attraction.

The thought passes through the back of my mind that hitting on another woman while my date is just down the hill is a pretty skanky thing to do, but there’s something compelling about this girl. The idea that I might never see her again tugs hard at my gut. I can’t let this chance to find out who she is slip by.

“Have you read it?” she asks.

I lean in and shake my head. “Should I?”

“It’s a little out there,” she says with an unsure squint.

“Why don’t you save me the trouble and give me the SparkNotes,” I say, looping my arm behind her and resting it on the back of the bench.

She gives me a curious look, and I feel her body tense under my arm.

I give her my best cocky smile and arch an eyebrow. I intentionally let my fingers brush her shoulder and am rewarded with a shudder. “Unless you’d prefer I leave?”

A sly smile curves her pink lips as she lowers her lashes, and the rush in my groin intensifies.

“The SparkNotes…” she says, picking up the book between us. I take the opportunity to slide closer. “This guy Gregor wakes up one day to find he’s a giant bug…which I get is a little weird, and there’s no explanation as to why, but the upshot is that everyone is pretty grossed out by him and all his family seems to care about is that he can’t do his job anymore, so he can’t contribute to the finances. He can only speak bug, so because they can’t understand him, they assume he can’t understand them when they say they wish he’d just go away. But he can’t leave because he has nowhere to go, and also because his father threw an apple at him and injured him pretty badly, so he hides in his room and eventually just dies.”

“Seriously?” When I take the book back and turn it over to read the jacket copy again, I notice it came from the county library.

“Seriously,” she answers, earnestly.

I lift my eyes to hers. “So a happy ending, then,” I say, my voice full of sarcasm.

“Yeah, right.” Her eyes lower to the book in my hand. “I don’t really understand why it’s the tenth most controversial book of all time, but it’s a pretty true testament to human nature. Gregor is messed up, so instead of trying to help him, people just wish he’d go away.”

There’s no mistaking the mix of disdain and sadness in her tone. I only realize how intently I’m staring at her when she turns her face away. Does she feel that people wish she’d go away? And, if so, who is making her feel that way and why? Is she “messed up?”

The overpowering need to know sweeps through me in a rush that forces a shuddering breath from my lungs.

“So, what’s next on the list?” I ask, handing the book back.

“Brave New World,” she answers, her eyes lifting to mine again.

I cuff a laugh. “That one I have read. Another uplifting story.”

“So I hear.” She glances down the hill in the direction I came from. “So, what’s going on down there, anyway? Someone’s birthday?”

My gaze follows hers. “My sister’s wedding reception.”

“In a public park?” she asks, her eyebrows raising in surprise.

I nod. “Graffiti Park is special. We spent a lot of time here as kids.”

“Graffiti Park? That’s really the name of this place?” she asks, looking around.

“I have no clue what the real name is. That’s just what we’ve always called it.” My thumb brushes over where Nate carved my name into the back of bench we’re sitting on at least ten years ago.

She squints toward the shelter below and shades her eyes from the last of the afternoon sun. “I don’t see a bride.”

I point to Blaire. “The one in the bright blue dress.”

“That sort of flies in the face of tradition, doesn’t it?” she asks, still watching.

“That’s my sister. She’s never cared much about social conventions. If you search YouTube for her valedictory graduation speech from Oak Crest High four years ago, you’ll see what I mean.”

Her eyes snap to mine, wide and curious, and her gaze knocks the wind out of me. “What did she say?”

“She basically told the whole world off. But that was because her now husband,” I say with a jut of my chin at the gathering below, “had just been arrested for statutory rape.”

Her eyes widen even more. “Oh my God!”

“She’s always insisted they were in love, and the age difference shouldn’t matter. It was her giant ‘fuck you’ to society.”

Her head cocks to the side as she watches the party below. “I like her already.” She turns back to me. “Won’t they miss you?”

I press myself against her shoulder. “I’m disturbing you?”

A sardonic smile ghosts over her features as she lifts the book. “I was in the middle of reading the thoughts of a dying giant bug-person and not thinking that was at all weird, so I’m obviously already very disturbed.”

I can’t stop staring, because she’s suddenly stunningly beautiful. Her eyes flash, looking momentarily more black then gray, and there’s a long, deep dimple in her right cheek, which is the only one I can see because of the angle of her head. I’m dying to know if there’s a matching one on the other side.

The smile fades under my scrutiny and when she drops her gaze to the book between us, a cascade of strawberry corkscrews hide her face. “Sorry. Stupid joke.”

“No!” Damn. A little too eager there, tiger. I work to lower my voice. “I mean, it wasn’t stupid. It was funny.”

I just forgot to laugh because your smile knocked me senseless for a sec.

She lifts a knee to her chest, hooking the heel of her sneaker on the edge of the bench. Her knee pokes through the long crosswise tear in her jeans. “It’s okay, my sense of humor’s pretty dry. Not too many people get me.”

“Your sense of humor is refreshing,” I say. “And as for people getting you, most people don’t pay enough attention to anyone but themselves to ‘get’ much of anything.”


I look down the hill at Deanna’s voice. She’s at the shelter waving her hands over her head to get my attention. There’s a sudden cramp in my stomach at the thought of her coming up here.

“Looks like you have to go.” I’d swear a catch a hint of disappointment in her tone.

“Looks like.” I stand and shove my hands into my pockets. “My name is Marcus, by the way.”

She smiles and something roguish flashes in her eyes. “I know.”

Fuck. I do know her. Everything felt so relaxed and comfortable between us. I hate that I might have just fucked that up. Before it gets totally awkward, I blurt, “I’d be up for maybe getting a burger at Sam Hill sometime, if you’re into that.”

She nods, but that wary glint is back in her eyes. “Yeah…sure.”

I fish my phone from my pocket. “Can I get your number?”

She reels it off and I type it in. “Girl who stole my bench,” is say with a cocky grin as I type it in to contacts. I turn my amusement on her. “Or is there something else I should call you?”

He gives me a questioning tip of her head. “Addie.”

I know that name. Someone I went to high school with, maybe? My brain chugs harder trying to put the pieces together as I type it in. “Got it,” I say, holding up my phone. “I’ll give you a call.”

She squints at me. “Okay.”

I start backing down the path. “Enjoy my bench,” I say with a wink.

She lifts the book in a wave. “See you Monday, Coach.”

Suddenly I see her face under a navy blue swim cap with the Oak Crest Cougar on the side. The jolt of electric panic almost knocks my legs out from under me and I stumble, just catching myself before I go down.

Because she’s on my fucking team.

I ran tryouts Wednesday and Thursday. Practices just started yesterday. I’m still trying to get the new girls’ names. She said Addie, but my roster says Addaline, I think. All I can remember for sure is she’s a senior transfer and mostly keeps to herself.

“Fuck me,” I mutter, then hear myself. I hold up a hand. “I mean…” I trail off in a cringe. “Sorry for the language.” Because I’m not supposed to swear in front of a fucking student.

But fuck. My mind reels, replaying everything I said and did and trying to figure out how to backpedal out of this. “So, we’ll talk about a…team dinner…for bonding and whatever…at practice on Monday.”

Just shoot me now.

She tips her head and bites her lips, fighting a smile. “Sounds good, Coach.”

After what feels like a small eternity, I shake myself loose from her gaze and start down the hill without saying anything else. I can only dig myself deeper at this point. But the whole way, all I can think about is that, as shitty as my life is at the moment, it might have just gotten shittier.



A poem by Blaire Leon

If sex is dirty, why would I do it with someone I love?

If sex is dirty, then didn’t we all come from the dirt?

What if I like the dirt?

What if I want to get dirty?

What if I want to roll in the mud until I’m so fucking filthy that I’ll never be clean again?

When twenty-five-year-old graduate assistant Caiden Brenner asked Blaire Leon how old she was, she said she was a senior. He chose to believe she meant in college. They connect over Lord Byron’s Don Juan and, as their conversations become increasingly thicker with sexual innuendo, Caiden finds himself obsessing over a totally off-limits undergrad who’s bold, beautiful, brilliant, and one of the most passionate poets he’s ever met.

But it turns out Blaire hasn’t been totally honest. She’s the seventeen-year-old valedictorian of her high school class, taking courses at Sierra State while awaiting her acceptance to Stanford.

Will Caiden get too deeply into Blaire to back away before he finds out the truth? Or will their connection be enough to seduce him into risking his entire future on Jail Bait?


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Mia Storm is a hopeless romantic who is always searching for her happy ending. Sometimes she’s forced to make one up. When that happens, she’s thrilled to be able to share those stories with her readers. She lives in California and spends much of her time in the sun with a book in one hand and a mug of black coffee in the other, or hiking the trails in Yosemite. Connect with her online at , on Twitter at @MiaStormAuthor, and on Facebook at



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All Antonio did was hurt her.
All he did was give her hell.
He took away everything good in her world.
Everything that ever mattered.

Jenny is used to putting on a brave facade, letting the outside world see her as wild and free. She is loyal and loves with her whole heart, loving others so much that she is willing to sacrifice herself in the process.

Jules was only supposed to be a diversion for Jenny. Fun times with no strings attached. She didn’t intend to fall for Jules, a member of The Devil’s Crusader’s Motorcycle Club. But fall for him is exactly what she did.

Antonio has been wreaking havoc on her life since Jenny was sixteen years old. Now she is forced to marry Antonio to keep her loved ones safe, destroying the man she loves in the process and driving him away.

Riding back into town after years away, Jules discovers the woman he once loved no longer exists, and it’s up to him to see if he can bring her back.

NOTE TO READER: This book contains strong sexual scenes and violence against women. Jenny curses so if you can’t stand the “f” bomb then avoid this one. This is book 3, however each book in the series can be read as a stand alone.






Jodie's review

5 stars

So normally when I read a book I highlight and talk thru the quotes.  I literally have not a single thing highlighted other than words.  WHY DID I HIGHLIGHT WORDS?!?!  I know why!!  It’s because I was so invested in this story I would start to highlight then decide I didn’t care about quotes because I was lost in the words!!   I think the words are like bread crumbs to full quotes I was in love with!!  It is definitely not because I didn’t fall in love with lines. Abby completely outdid herself with this book.  I wasn’t expecting to fall the way I fell with this book.  The range of emotions Abby takes you on with these characters is what I think surprised me the most.  This book gave a hard look at a reality a lot of women grow up with.  The way relationships can be run by fear and how sometimes sharing a secret can save your life.

I was in love with Jenny!!  She is this little ball of energy that you are instantly attracted too.  She has a strong family bond which leads to some of her reasoning and I think because I have a similar bond with my brother I instantly understood her.  Which leads me to Jenny’s secret… Antonio.  He is a character you instantly hate, he is a character that makes you want to kick your kindle. Yep he is a kindle kicker.  Seriously the thought of him gets me completely livid.  He was written perfect. Every book needs the character that makes your skin crawl and your crazy to come out.

But perfection doesn’t even begin to describe Jules.  As much as Jenny loved this man I loved him more. He is this perfect protector, it could be because I am in the middle of a SOA binge but this man was everything you think of when you think MC perfection.  Jenny and Jules don’t have an easy road and the through the whole book I was cursing, crying, and laughing.  I almost think the book made me bipolar.   But it is absolutely the perfect way for Abby to end this series and I can’t wait to see what she comes up with next!!!



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 Wreck You

“My name is Maura McCafferty. I take men who love me and I destroy them. If there was a scarlet letter I could wear to keep the men at bay, it would be a W. I would wear it proudly, to let them know I am a wrecker. If you love me, I will wreck you.”

Raised within the Devil’s Crusader’s, Maura has been exposed to many of life’s uglies and sheltered from any real relationships. She has all but given up on the idea of love.

Until she meets Corbin Marx, a sexy beast of a Marine who refuses to back down from any challenge. He is the type of man Maura has craved, the type who might just be strong enough…

This journey will be brutal, littered with violence, deceit and heartache. Maura must learn to navigate through the bumpy roads that life has paved and hope that at the end she will find her happiness.

Warning: Due to violence, language, drug use and sexual content this book is not suited for anyone under 17. If those things offend you, this might too.







Fight You

Daws is a Devil Crusader, born and raised a bad boy. He’s sick of superficial, meaningless relationships. Fate throws him a curveball when Aubrey begins working for his dad’s motorcycle shop.

Aubrey is damaged and scarred.

She’s running from a past that has the ability to destroy her. It’s not just herself that she needs to protect. She’s fighting to save her sister. She needs to keep the monster away and she’ll do everything in her power to keep her sister safe.

She wasn’t expecting to meet Daws, the man who would change their lives. Dangerous, strong and completely hers, her heart never had a chance.

Is Daws capable of protecting her from the monster who haunts her? The monster who will stop at nothing to get to her? He wants her back, that much is clear.

She just hopes that when the time comes, she’s strong enough to save them all….

Please Note: This is the second book in the Wrecked series. It can be read as a stand alone and it is not necessary to have read Wreck You, however reading Wreck You first may give you some background to Daws. This book is intended for mature audiences as it has graphic scenes involving sex and child abuse. The use of the F bomb is frequently thrown around so if that offends you, I wouldn’t recommend reading this.






Abby McCarthy

Abby McCarthy is reader and a lover of words. She is a blogger turned author and released her first novel in May 2014. She is a mother of three, a wife and a dog person. She has always written, sometimes poetry, sometimes just to vent about failed relationships, however in parenthood she has found her voice to help keep her sanity. Words have flowed from her, to review and with the support of amazing friends in the Indie community she has decided to pursue her dream of writing! She loves to write and read romance, because isn’t that something we all yearn for? Whether it be flowers and hand holding or just the right tug on your hair. Isn’t that what life is about? The human connection?